Home Phone

by Peck the town crier

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Home Phone is dedicated to Tom Petty, and to Peck's Mom, Dad and Brother. Recorded at Peck's homes in Novato and San Rafael CA, and in Dumbo, Brooklyn.

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released 28 March 2012
recorded/produced- Miles Kennedy
written/performed- Chris Peck

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tags: hip hop/rap chris peck peck the town crier raps songs the crymuscles underwear windy San Rafael

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PECK the town crier makes SONG RAP. His jams have been featured on MTV.com, Current TV, and WallStreetJournal.com

On 3/28/12, he released his double ep:
"Home Phone/Ghost of Payphone" on vinyl & in download form.

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Track Name: Windy
WINDY

Changed plans left a frown on my face
Left me in a windy place
I mighta hurt some feelings mighta been a flake
You might say all I do is take take

Oh but I care for you truly
And I’ll be there with you soon
Soon as I catch the next flight
Soon as they have a spare seat

You can have all of me
You can have all of me
You can have all of me oh yeah oh yeah
You can have all of me-oh-wah-do-day
Until the end of our days

Trust me, woman, with all of your heart
Even when I’m dour and dark
A tragic mask and a comic pair of tights
You had to know it from the first night

That I’m like the Prince of Denmark
Cuz I’m crazy like a fox
So, despite all of my talk
Trust me I'm solid like a rock

You can have all of me
You can have all of me
You can have all of me oh yeah oh yeah
You can have all of me-oh-wah-do-day
Until the end of our days
Track Name: You've Got To Work It
YOU’VE GOT TO WORK IT

Keep movin, Keep movin, keep workin don’t stop!

You’ve got to work it,
You’ve got to work it,
You’ve got to work it, work it, work it!

If you’re tired inside
& you haven’t found your tribe
& if your patience is tried
I’ll sing a message, got a message for ya

If you value life,
& you try to be wise
keep your eyes on the prize
I promise heaven’s got a promise for ya

You’ve got to work it,
You’ve got to work it,
You’ve got to work it, work it, work it!

It might blow your mind
But take a look inside and find
You got all the right stuff
Deep in your spirit, Cuz! Dig down and get in touch!

& if you’re on your last legs
& you’re scrapin’ at the dregs
Drink out a diff’rent spring
Git fresh and do yo thing, git fresh and do yo thing!

You’ve got to work it,
You’ve got to work it,
You’ve got to work it, work it, work it!
Track Name: Ferris Wheel
FERRIS WHEEL

Ride upon a ferris wheel, yes I will
Quite so high
Down below the horse back rides mesmerize
Passer’s by

Catch a view
Kiss her on the lips
Steal a few
Glances at her hips

Never seen such a thrill, yes I will
Step right up
It’ll take a two dolla bill, then we’ll spill
Through the gates

Funny mirrors, ginger beers
Senses spin
Mr. Calliope plays some W.C.
Handy man

And all you valentine’s outta your minds
Snap a pic
Oh won’t you snap a pic to remember this
Special night

Make it to the front of the line, find a sign
Measuring height
You must stand this high to ride this ride
If not good night

Children cry, parents sigh,
lovers fight
others smile, eyes all wild,
whippin’ about

and all you dramatists live for this
little stuff
Track Name: Big Bad Terrible
BIG BAD TERRIBLE

I’m in a big, bad, terrible hurry all the time
Sleepin on my car horn
Ridin your behind
Big, Bad, imminent, terrible things to do
Got nothing to do with you

It’s time to run a mile without breathing
Sweatin on the inside, don’t ask me how it’s done
A secret’s not a secret if I tell you
How’m I gonna win, if I’m stoppin and dealin you in?

What’s that you said? I didn’t hear you
Somebody somewhere else is talking to me
You won’t get any apologies
Not outta me for what I did last week

I’ve worked hard all my life to have my own space
This time I know I’ll get it
It’s just beyond my grasp
I’m tired of all my old friends at the coffee shop
Excuses is all they got
They’ll stay in this town and rot

(home phone rings...)
"friends, you know the type: always pushin' and shovin, just to get their way. that's not our way, right? you wanna get a coffee tomorrow? same time, same place? alright, i'll see you down there. can't wait"
Track Name: Love Seeing Lovers
LOVE SEEIN’ LOVERS

I used to think that lovey stuff dumb,
Now that I gots me some
I love seein’ lovers in the street
I love seein’ lovers in the street

Recently, I met a chef
She is blessed with a beatin’ chest
Didn’t think I had a chance, I confess
Star gazin’ ensued, now she’s my boo and I’m her dude
Both stylin’, both nude, both gentle, both crude

When we get together, like to revel in our quirkyness
Stoke it up with a little catnip, maybe after love a cigarette
See we be holdin’ hands, every way we galavant
Now we became the kind we couldn’t understand

I used to think that lovey stuff dumb,
Now that I gots me some
I love seein’ lovers in the street
I love seein’ lovers in the street

She’s a tough nut to crack, that’s what I’m looking for
She’s got so much, that’s what I’m talkin’ ‘bout
The deepest stuff might never show, but I know what’s down there:
Golden birds that carry crowns and locks of her brown hair

Now I’m talkin’ hippy talk
Walkin’ a walk I thought I’d never walk
I used ta thought I swore lovin’off
Around the clock thinkin' bout ya, boo
This song’s for you

I used to think that lovey stuff dumb,
Now that I gots me some
I love seein’ lovers in the street
I love seein’ lovers in the street